Snow Float

Blood!

Boundless blood!

Puffs gushed out one after another, carrying a dripping and steaming fishy smell, but condensed by the cold sword light.

It is the frost that is approaching in the morning, and it is a bit icy; it is the snow in the depths of the eclipse, a cage of heaven and earth;

Don't spring water, don't spring water.

Some people once laughed at the name of this sword as being too charming and soft, but they didn't know that the sword's release was fierce and fierce.

It was taken from the strange stones in the Southern Desolation, cast with the water of Jiuyuan, bestowed with the sword of Lianshan, supplemented by the fury of thunder.

That is unilateral suppression and killing.

No one expected that among weak girls and naive children, there would be such a terrifying master.

Gathering the power of everyone to attack together, can't stop their swords.

It's like destroying the dead, and human life is like a mayfly.

The sleeve flicked and the sword fell, and the companions around him fell down one by one, Yun Yan's face was as pale as gold paper.

Inviting several friends to the Magnolia Flower Fair in Xiaojinghu, I thought that although I was not as good as the top few, I was still a leader of the younger generation.I also thought about becoming famous in the first battle, and I also thought about fighting with thousands of troops. I practiced hard at home day and night, and Fang Cheng's current cultivation is——

He is only 25 years old, and he has reached the late stage of Qi refining. Given time, the realm of refining gods can be expected.

Full of longing——

But it was shattered by this sword.

That sword, the companion picked it up from the water, fluttered like a spring breeze, and it weighed more than a thousand catties when it got wet.

However, the person in front of him seemed to be pointing his arms and turning around like he wanted.

The inscriptions engraved on the hilt of the sword, the ancient and secret words, were seen in the vast bookstores when I was young, but at this moment, in this place, I can't get any useful information.

No!

He had never heard of a sword that was as light as the wind and as thin as a wing, but it could cut gold and jade, and cut ice and snow.

Unless it is newly forged in recent years, not just any one of the ancient magic weapons, not many people in this world have seen it—or maybe, there is a great reputation, but no one has seen the real face, so that the sudden sight Setsuna could not be contacted.

A sword that meets these conditions—

In an instant, it fell across the sky!

The three water curtains that Yun Yan had condensed long ago were driven straight into them like nothing.

The dusk is heavy, the light is misty, the snow is piled up in Yushu and Qiongba, and the moon is cold and melting.

Matching with a distant figure in his memory, Yun Yan was stunned and lost his voice for a moment: "It's you!"

However, he never had a chance to say the rest.

When the young Lingxiu was full of astonishment, the sword light that was finally recognized cut off his head, and blood gushed out——

——I still haven't closed my eyes.

With the sword raised in hand and the dust settled, the battle is now a foregone conclusion.

Fu Shaotang lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood stain on the sword body. The spring water is so clear and transparent, as if nothing happened.

However, the corpse lay on the ground, dripping with blood, clearly reminding how fierce the fight was just now.

Gu Xueyi and Bai Canghe stood together blankly, from the beginning of Fu Shaotang's attack to the time when everyone was slaughtered by him, they never spoke a word.

If the meridian is twisted by a knife, the pain will be biting every inch.

Fu Shaotang's eyes met, and the little child trembled suddenly. Although he calmed down very quickly, there was still panic in his eyes.

Blood!

Blood all over the place!

Reflected in the bottom of the pupil, like Shura color!

Fear and retreat—

Young children couldn't be more sensitive to the aura of the world. Such a soaring evil spirit is like the rushing of the Bai Cang River.

Yuan Shan's successor had no time to care about it, and slowly pursed his lips, folding them into a cold and indifferent arc, as steep as an abyss.

He never hides anything.

He didn't regret using such a harsh method.

Such a cruel and bloody method - if he was in his prime, he would naturally not be stained with blood. However, now that his skills have been lost by half, only the method of thunder can protect the safety of those he cares about.

Yuanshan Fu Shaotang was never a person who was bound by constraints.

If this makes people retreat——

He also has nothing to say.